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Shattered Memories	By : FatalYaoi Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 5096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.:Chapter 18:.

Volunteer

Chris was pretty much stuck in his old apartment. He had transportation but he didn't have anywhere to really go and he was utterly alone. His sister had built a life for herself which meant he couldn't exactly spend time with her and he had no intention on trying to contact his partners. He had both his home and mobile phone if he wanted to talk to anyone but really- he didn't. He didn't want to be alone but even more so, he didn't want to talk to anyone.

Instead, he sat on the balcony that was connected to his room, leaning against the rail almost nostalgically. He'd done it far too often during his stay in the U.S when he was visiting his sister. The was all this apartment was used for, really, and he would have gotten rid of it long ago had it been for the B.S.A.A paying for it. It wasn't an amazing view- not like you'd expect being so high up but all you saw were buildings. It was a small town in the Midwest rather close to the TerraSave headquarters but the town reminded him of Raccoon City.

Chris hated it.

He stood up straight and sighed at the view. It was a gloomy day, matching his feelings rather perfectly, and the dark clouds threatened rain. He was high up enough to see the street below him bustling with activity and anyone walking was either rushing to beat the rain or holding a closed umbrella, just in case. Chris found himself liking to watch other people. It was easier to focus on all the other lives going on around him than his because, to be quite honest, he doubted anyone down there had it as difficult as him.

Chris, may or may not, be slightly in love with a guy who just recently tried taking over the world.

Yup, that was pretty difficult.

So difficult that the brunet found himself chuckling quietly. The whole situation was ridiculous. Chris shouldn't even have allowed himself to see Wesker as anything besides what the man was- a monster. That's what he's always been and subtle human attributes don't make him human. If anything, it should have made him more into a monster.

But Chris just wasn't like that. He couldn't see the man as a monster even with his enhanced abilities and cat-like eyes. No, what made Wesker a monster was his actions and that was Chris's problem. That was something that Chris just couldn't turn his back on.

Chris had been stuck in his old apartment for days now. Every day, he woke up feeling as if the spot next to him had belonged to someone and every morning, it was empty. This added terribly to his feeling of loneliness and he had almost called Claire multiple times just to distract himself but TerraSave was busy with the B.S.A.A also trying to track Wesker.

Chris found himself smirking again, his eyes now turning to the sky as drops of rain began to fall. They wouldn't find Wesker- not if he didn't want to be found and right now, the blond didn't want to be found. The only thing that gave Chris comfort in this thought was that Wesker had no plans, as far as he knew, and was still most likely focused on trying to get the serum to work correctly.

A raindrop hit Chris's face and he jumped when he distantly heard his phone ringing. He sighed, another raindrop hitting him, before he shook off the water, turned on his heel, and went to answer the phone.

"Hello?" He asked, picking up the receiver that sat in the corner of his room.

"Hey, Chris," it was Jill's voice and, for a split second, Chris wondered if he should simply hang up.

"Jill," was his response, completely deadpanned.

"How are you doing?"

"What do you want?" Chris had never been so angry at his friend before and he certainly wasn't in the mood to make nice with her now.

"We- Sheva contacted Claire and she was able to get you a temporary job at the police office down there. It's just a volunteer thing but they just thought you could use something to do while we figure things out here," Jill said quietly.

Chris was silent for several long minutes before he snorted.

"So it's really going to take that long, then?"

"Chris, we have no idea where he could possibly-"

"And I could be helping with that but instead I'm halfway across the world and being treated like a damn criminal!" Chris barked into the phone.

"Chris-"

"You know what? Thank Sheva for me," and he hung up.

"Chriiiiis?" Claire called upon entering the apartment. She closed the door behind her, frowning as she ventured deeper in the house to find her brother. "You know, you really should keep that door locked."

"It was locked," Chris spoke as Claire entered his room.

"You look broody," Chris glared at her and she gave him a soft smile. "And no it wasn't."

"I must've forgotten to lock it," Chris muttered, distantly listening to the sound of rain pounding could be heard from the balcony. Claire sighed and joined him on the bed, sitting beside his laying body.

"Jill called, right?"

"Mhm," was Chris's response.

"What did she say?"

"I have a new job."

"You're just volunteering and they really need the help. Besides, it's just to get your mind off of things and it's completely up to you if you want to go or not. It's only an option, Chris."

Chris gave his sister a side glance before sighing and nodding. Really, he thought it was a good idea given his situation but he simply did not want to be here. He didn't belong here like his sister did- he belonged with the B.S.A.A but he was steadily beginning to doubt it.

"If it makes you feel better then I'll go check it out if I feel up to it tomorrow," Chris muttered, giving a soft smile to his sister who just beamed at him.

Claire left a little while later, wanting to get home before a storm kicked up and he was left alone yet again. He had flipped on the television long before Claire had left and he was now changing through the channels before choosing an adequate show. Sighing, Chris stood and began dressing into night clothes as it was growing late.

Chris didn't know when he had fallen asleep but he awoke the following morning similarly to how he had the previous mornings. Sitting up, he glanced at the spot beside him and found himself eyeing a folded piece of paper. He shifted before grabbing it and opening it.

'Rocky Isle. Midnight.'

Chris stared at the three words in disbelief. A strange mix of giddiness, fear, and relief swept through him as his eyes darted over the words over and over again. They were hand written, perfectly readable and it didn't need a signature to tell Chris who it was from.

After almost considering taking the whole day off just to find the place stated in the note, Chris sighed and folded the note back up. As much as he would love to sit around and muse about it all day, Chris promised Claire he would get to the police station and volunteer for whatever they needed. He set the note on his bedside table and stood, walking to the bathroom to shower and ready himself for the day ahead.

"Claire, what street did you say it was on?" Chris asked, sometime later. He had Claire on speakerphone, his phone sitting in his lap as he drove through town- rather lost.

"It's on State street, not very far from your apartment."

"Yeah, I know. I just missed it," Chris muttered before thanking her and hanging up.

He managed to get on the right street and soon found himself in the parking lot of the police station. Chris stepped out of his car and looked at the two story building with a sigh. With a bit of hesitation, he began towards the entrance.

Once inside, he was greeted by the receptionist who sat behind a large desk to the right of the entrance. The remainder of the large room was filled with police officers behind desks, some with handcuffed assailants and others doing paperwork. Chris chuckled to himself as he remembered how terrible deskwork was back in his S.T.A.R.S days. He turned to the brunet woman, who's nametag read 'Kylie', and told her why he was there.

"Hello, my name is Chris Redfield and I was suppose to meet the Chief of Police according to my sister, Claire?"

"Oh, you're Claire's brother?" She asked, standing up with a large smile. "I'm Kylie- I've known your sister for a long time," she said, holding out her hand proudly. He shook with a smile as he gave her a once over.

She was wearing a nice pair of black pants while her white shirt held the police logo on the sleeve. She had her brown hair pulled into a ponytail, showing off her bright brown eyes that sparkled when she smiled- which she seemed to do a lot. It was simply in her aura and Chris assumed she was a happy person.

"Unfortunately, Chief Tackett is in a meeting right now but not to worry- he is expecting you. I'll be right back," she said quickly, rushing through the office and disappearing into a hallway that lead around a corner.

She returned moments later, the smile still planted on her face.

"He'll be right out. If you don't have any questions, you may take a seat," she said and motioned to the empty chairs behind him.

"If I may ask, how do you know my sister?"

"TerraSave sends people over to help us when we get understaffed and Claire seems to volunteer a lot so most of the office knows her. It's usually small stuff, paperwork and filing, but seeing how Claire is a bit more advanced in police matters, she helps with pretty much everything around here. Speaking of, it's really nice to see that it runs in the family. We've been understaffed for months now and everyone around here is overworked and horribly stressed. We could really use the help."

"I'll just be glad to be useful."

Chris turned to sit down but stopped himself and walked back up to Kylie who glanced up at him, still smiling.

"I- Uh. Do you know where I could find Rocky Isle? I'm suppose to meet a friend there later but I'm not very familiar with this town and I can't exactly contact Claire-"

"No need to explain," she said with a smile. "I'll print some directions for you. I'll have them ready in a minute."

Chris thanked her and just as he went to sit down, a group of people exited the hallway Kylie had gone through which meant the meeting was, most likely, over. Chris took the seat, nonetheless, and was soon approached by a tall man. He was middle aged, maybe less, with short black hair. He was wearing a suit and his physique reminded Chris of Wesker back in his S.T.A.R.S days. He mentally shook the thought from his head as the man smiled and introduced himself.

"Mr. Redfield! Glad you could make it. I'm Paul Tackett, Chief of police," he said, as Chris stood and they shook hands.

"Mr. Tackett, as I've told Kylie- I'm just happy I can help. My sister said you guys could use the help so…" He trailed off and Kylie looked up at the mention of her name.

"Tell Claire I said hello, would you? I know the poor thing's been busy lately," Kylie said with a sad smile.

"I will," Chris said before being handed a piece of paper with step by step instructions. "Thank you," he said quickly before folding and pocketing it. "Now, how can I help?"

Chris was lead through the station and into the Chief's office. It was a large office, the walls filled with personal and professional items. A bookshelf sat directly across the doorway and several file cabinets lined the wall beside it. The desk in the middle had a large stack of papers to the side while a gun, a pair of handcuffs, a gun holster, and a bullet proof vest sat in the middle.

"If I may ask, what exactly will I be helping with?" Chris asked carefully, his eyes going from item to item.

"Oh nothing to worry about, really. You'll most likely just be backup on patrol or simply helping with paperwork- simple things. Miss Redfield said you were once a police officer?"

"Something like that, yeah." Chris answered with a frown before the chief motioned for him to equip himself with the items. Chris did so in a matter of several quiet minutes before Paul nodded.

"Good, good. Now let me introduce you to your new partner."

Technically, it was his partner for the day as they were to be patrolling together until nine. Chris was introduced to a strict woman by the name of Kasey Coffman. Her short brown hair and strong brown eyes were enough to show that she was serious but that strictly professional smile she gave when being introduced to Chris was enough to make him smile.

They were currently sitting in a police car, Kasey driving, as they patrolled around a shopping center. Neither of them spoke which was absolutely fine as Chris had his mind stuck on the meeting he was to have with a certain blond later. He sighed quietly and looked distantly out the window, his eyes simply glazing past the countless buildings.

"If you're going to patrol then you should probably be focused rather than thinking about your girlfriend," Kasey muttered, glancing dangerously at Chris.

"Sorry, I wasn't. Just a little distracted," he muttered as he clearly didn't want to challenge the serious female.

"The suggestion still stands- stay focused or people die. Simple as that," she retorted.

Oh yes, Chris knew that statement well as Wesker had repeated it over and over in his S.T.A.R.S days. It was true, though, so he never really got tired of hearing it but hearing it from the officer just didn't feel right and, almost immediately, his mind was back on to the blond.

"Is it always this slow?" Chris asked almost two hours later. They hadn't been called to any nearby scenes and nothing had looked suspicious whatsoever in the time they patrolled which Chris found rather odd considering he clearly remembered the police officers in Raccoon City being called out almost constantly. If S.T.A.R.S hadn't been a special team, he was sure they would have been called out too.

"Yes and no. The office itself is always busy but the streets vary. It's hard to catch someone in the act of doing something though you wouldn't exactly know that, coming from S.T.A.R.S now, would you?" She asked coolly.

"Actually, being in S.T.A.R.S taught me just how difficult it is catching people in the act. Days and days of surveillance after months of research. We mostly caught drug trafficking so, obviously, what mattered was catching them in the act," Chris responded, ignoring just how cold Kasey had been.

"My mistake, then," she said quickly.

They were quiet for the remainder of the patrol and when the highlight of the evening was someone running a red light, Chris was glad to call it a night when the time came. They were soon back at the station, he went inside to tell Kylie he was leaving and received a phone number to call in case he needed anything. He gave Kylie his number as well assuming it on a friendly and left.

Chris couldn't bring himself to go home and, as Claire didn't answer her phone, he found himself following the folded directions from his pocket. He was soon on the edge of the city and a right turn down a street suddenly had him in a different world. The street had him heading straight for a small forest, one that he could barely see through the darkness that had long surrounded him.

Following the directions, he soon found himself in the middle of said forest. He was standing outside of his car facing a lake that he wouldn't have said existed if it wasn't encircled with lanterns which had also lined the road approaching it. He wasn't surprised that he was alone but, as it had taken him quite some time to find the lake, it was now close to eleven. He walked to the bank of the lake and sat down on the ground, his handgun still at his waist while the remainder of the items were discarded in the car.

He looked up and realized he had a clear view of the stars which caused him to lay back so he could gaze at them. Each star shown brightly, most likely due to the clear sky as the previous night was filled with dark clouds, but it was still absolutely stunning.

It was strange, really. He hadn't contemplated whether or not he would show up and wait for Wesker. He simply did it and somehow he didn't feel in danger like he should feel at the thought of meeting Albert Wesker in the middle of a dark forest, alone. Instead, he was rather emotionless despite the small twinge of excitement that was bubbling in his stomach but Chris simply pushed it down and ignored it.

It was close to forty minutes later and Chris suddenly had an overwhelming feeling of being watched. Quickly, he reached for his gun, jumping to his feet before spinning around and pointing at where he felt the feeling was coming from.

"That was certainly unexpected."

Chris remained silent as he lowered the gun that had been pointed directly at the blond merely feet away. He didn't know what to say, really. He hadn't been preparing anything or running lines through his head like he had thought he would. He was just absolutely stunned at the sight.

"You probably shouldn't be lowering that," Wesker informed as he began stepping towards him.

"Probably not," Chris muttered as Wesker stepped in front of him.

Without even thinking, Chris had stepped forward and closed the gap between them. The blond didn't fight it and even allowed himself to latch his gloved hands onto Chris's waist which pulled their bodies together. Chris, in turn, wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck and was quickly playing with his hair as the kiss deepened and they had to pull away.

"If you wanted me dead, I would have been," Chris muttered, looking into Wesker's shades before, slowly, removing them from his face. "Better," Chris muttered again before Wesker grabbed the glasses and pocketed them inside his coat.

Chris pulled away, hesitantly of course, before sitting down and gazing out at the pond as he waited for Wesker to join him. The blond did, his jacket discarded beside him, and soon, the two were in a comfortable silence.

"So. How'd you do it?" Chris asked, his eyes not leaving the water.

"Pardon?"

"How did you find me?"

Wesker chuckled.

"I've known about your whereabouts since you were forced to return. I assume you aren't very happy about that?"

"The B.S.A.A have pretty much rendered me expendable so no, I'm not happy," Chris muttered, glancing at Wesker who returned the look. "Why aren't you killing me?"

"Excuse me?" Wesker asked through chuckles which caused Chris to give a small smirk despite the question.

"I don't know, that's just what seems to make sense right now. You killing me. That's what's suppose to happen, isn't it?"

"I suppose," Wesker said thoughtfully. "But you certainly aren't much of a threat."

"I have a gun?" Chris offered with a smile and Wesker shrugged.

"It's not enough to make you threatening, I'm afraid."

There was a long silence as the soft joking went away and Chris had to ask the question plaguing his mind.

"Did you get the progenitor virus fixed?"

"Yes. Without too many details, daily injections are no longer needed and my plan worked," Wesker said simply.

"Any new plans to take over the world?" Chris asked, internally relieved the man was no longer in danger.

"I have plans yes but for the world, no. I'm afraid Excella took care of all the expenses needed through Tricell and with no connections, I'm without funds. To put it simply, I've decided mercenary work is in my best interest at the moment. I'm not completely surrendering my goal, mind you. I'm simply postponing it until I'm able with the right plans and source of income."

"You should stay at my place," Chris suggested suddenly, his attention glued forward as he didn't want to see the look on Wesker's face.

"I do have a place-"

"In Africa," Chris responded dryly.

"I could easily find another-"

"Just say yes, Wesker."

Several moments of silence passed before-

"Very well."

They didn't stay at the lake much longer and they were both back in the car within an hour or so. Wesker already had a traveling bag which held extra pairs of clothes and personals which meant now all that was left to do was get back to Chris's apartment.

To be honest, the brunet really hadn't thought any of it out and was slowly beginning to regret the suggestion as he dawned on more and more things. His new volunteer job, for example. True, he was only needed when called but could he really leave Wesker alone in his apartment?

"How did you get in?"

"The lock was simple enough to pick," Wesker responded as they began nearing Chris's apartment.

"You've been in there more than once, haven't you?" Chris asked carefully, glancing toward the blond before his eyes returned to the road.

"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to," Wesker responded with a smirk. "But yes, I have."

"I'm not entirely sure if I'm creeped out or if I'm relieved."

"You should be more relieved," Wesker told him simply and Chris didn't disagree before parking.

Despite Wesker knowing where the apartment was, he followed Chris. The brunet couldn't exactly say it was awkward in the elevator but it wasn't exactly comfortable and he was glad when the elevator opened on his floor. He continued down the hall, Wesker at his heel, until he found his door and pushed the key in.

"Oh-" He said as the doorknob turned with the key and the door began opening. "It's unlocked."

"Hey, Chri-" Claire's voice stopped as her eyes fell on Wesker.
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